" he said softly "Give me some time. If you know me enough time, I know you'll love me. I know it in..." I'LL WHAT?" the meaning of his words suddenly...dawned upon her. "Is that why you have brought me here? To be some kind of sex slave? " Oh no!" he assured her "Stay here for a while, learn to know me, and then we'll marry." He genuinely sounded relieved."It WILL be a cold day in hell when I marry you, or let you touch me for that matter! Oh, and by the way, I am married, asshole." Believe me,". .. or at least the pretense of it.“She’s a killer,” repeated the beauty.“She didn’t get murdered,” said Anna Wilson. Anna ... such a mundane name. Her father was the developer of the number one ski resort in Jackson Hole.“She’s a KILLER.”She was just loud enough that I heard her say it. So far it had been innuendo and whisper in the corner with silence when I walked by.Stepping up to the plate I took a swing at her fast pitch. “You have a problem with that?” I asked.“Yes, I do ... you took a. This was a joke to her, but he who laughs last... I never said another word about our famous neighbors. Until Sherry had mentioned it, I had forgotten that Helen had married Lance Edwards a few years back. He had been a mediocre third baseman for several years with the Philadelphia Phillies. His lifetime average was .241 and he had fewer than a hundred homers in his career. It was safe to say he would not make the Hall of Fame, nor would he cause Phillie fans forget Mike Schmitt.Monday evening,. "Problem?" Not ... exactly." He frowned."Girlfriend?"He looked at her. "She's at Music College in London. We knew we'd have to go our separate ways at the end of the summer." He looked away, "I'm missing her..." Don't you write?" No. We ... thought it best to ... well, I'm really not good enough for her, and she's going to be really busy, you see. We're going to move in different worlds, Chrissie and I, so... " his voice trailed off uncertainly. "Ever since I first saw one of these ships, I.